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Oct 2019
must be stupid.
Instead of loading up his arrows
he’s shooting blanks.
There’s no love juice in his darts.
I’ll never give him thanks
unless he starts
sending someone my way.
This broken heart
can’t stand another lonely day.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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